Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 101

Frederick was still in the water, his eyes fixed on Marguerite but he didn’t utter a word.

The more quiet he was, the more uneasy Marguerite felt.

She couldn’t focus, not daring to meet the man’s gaze. Her eyes darted about aimlessly but inadvertently locked onto his.

In that moment, Marguerite felt like a thief caught in the act; her panic kicking up a notch.

Sadie relished the sight and couldn’t resist stirring the pot. “Ms. Lockwood, there’s no ladder in this pool. Mr. Winston’s been swimming for a while and he might be pooped. Fancy giving him a hand?”

Marguerite sucked in a breath. Her muscles were taut and she muttered awkwardly, “Um… I’ll pull you up.”

With that, she approached the pool hesitantly reaching out her hand towards him.

Seeing her so jumpy, a mischievous glint appeared in Frederick’s eyes.

He had never seen this feminine side of Marguerite. She was like a scared little kitten waiting for his reassurance.

great it would be if she was like this

he wouldn’t always lose his temper

softened. He quickly turned and swam towards

the air. When Frederick’s cold hand shot out of the water, their hands were clasping. Marguerite

onto her warm little hand tightly and kicked off the

knee hit the pool edge and splashed some water onto Marguerite,

her chest. But it

she felt a shove from behind and involuntarily hurled herself at

tight grip around her waist. Then she

into the water together, locked in

her mouth wide on the shore, “Oh dear, Ms. Lockwood, I’m sorry I slipped

thin clothes. She hastily lifted her head after swallowing a mouthful of

*Cough, cough, cough…”

hard, her nose

Marguerite clung to Frederick like a lifeline,

so heavily that she didn’t even realize her chest had brushed against his

quickly turned around, leaving the

his ears slightly

a whisper, “Can… can you